Finding Adeline

one

"Rose."
"Rose!" My eyes open to reveal the sight of my sister excessively shaking my body. I reached for her hand, attempting to stop my aggravating sibling from interrupting my sleep.

"Adeline, it's-" I pat my surroundings hoping to find my phone and confirm how late it is. "It's past twelve and I'm finally on break. Let me sleep in peace!" I bury my face in my pillow, expecting to hear the sound of my door closing.

Unfortunately, Adeline continued to stand at the edge of my bed with a stern look on her face.

"Did you seriously forget my birthday?" She crossed her arms. Keys dangled from her right hand and her left hand clutched tightly onto her identification card.

"Yes and no." I sit up and stare at her with a blank expression.

She glares back at me, followed by a look of confusion. "Yes, I forgot your birthday and no, I am not going out to get intoxicated with you just because you're twenty one. I refuse to. You shouldn't begin rotting your liver due to your age, it's immature and I won't condone it." I state solemnly.

"Okay grandma." Adeline scoffs, "I'm not asking for permission, I can care less what you say. I wanted you to come with me but you made it clear that you'd rather be a loser on a Friday so, that's too bad." She shrugs as an irritating smirk forms on her face.

Bitch.

"I'm not allowing you to go." I immediately grabbed her arm with a tight hold.

"What're you going to do?" She snatched her hand from my grip, "tell mom?" She threatened, incessantly rubbing her arm.

I barely touched her.

Adeline is well aware that I don't believe in informing our mother what we do surreptitiously behind her back. If it's not my own business to tell, my lips are sealed.

Besides, she's twenty-one, she can take care of herself.

Or that's just what I'm telling myself to get out of having the responsibility of supervising her.

Great, my guilty conscience always comes in handy.

"I'll go with you." I answered, a hint of annoyance was evident in my tone.

Reluctantly getting out of bed, I grasp for my jacket that got seized from my hands expeditiously.

"There is no way in hell I'm letting you go out like that. Put some makeup or something! You are going to a bar, not a funeral." A look of disapproval appeared on her face as she placed the jacket down and headed towards my closet.

My eyebrows furrowed, "Frankly, I'm not going to impress anyone. But I will put on a small amount of makeup to shut you up. I just woke up, don't criticize me for looking dead." I scowled, grabbing my makeup bag and applying concealer to the areas that needed it.

"Here, wear this!" Adeline pulled out a tight dress that was way too sparkly for my liking, completely ignoring what I said.

My eyes trailed up and down at the clothing. "Uh, how about-" I began to say.

"Please!" She pleaded, holding up the bright peace of fabric.

I placed my mascara wand back in the tube and grabbed the dress, "Don't say I never did you any favors."

She rolled her eyes as she anxiously scrolled through her phone.

I wonder who or what she's expecting from.

Probably some foolish boy.

I took this as an opportunity to remove my pj's and slip on the dress. "How do I look?"

Adeline approvingly nodded with a huge smile plastered on her face, "Like a million bucks- wait, you're missing something." She assured, rummaging in her purse to withdraw a red lipstick and placing it on my lips. "Perfect, lets go."